#random snapshot

[goronska]

I love my country when it acts like that.

(This would translate to F*** PUTIN)

[fiasco95]

Streamer!Regulus & James’ relationship isn’t a secret but private. They’ve been dating for 6 years and their community knows they’re together but they both never confirmed it officially. Well until…

Chat: Where were you?? Are you okay?? You were gone for 4 days!!!

Streamer!Regulus: Yeah, sorry I was getting married.

At the same time…

Streamer!James: Oh!! Sorry, everyone. I was getting married to the love of my life! But hey, we’re back!

Chat:

The internet:

Both their communities:

Both their communities: WHAT?!???

[cyanparadis]

[thedevillionaire]

come to me

His relief at seeing her is tangible, primal, as he quietly insists he’s just tired – the relentless intensity over the last week, or two, or even dear gods has it really been three finally easing up. Although maybe, in its own way, that easing was part of the problem.

He says it’ll pass soon; he knows there’s no hiding it but he’s hoping that’s the truth, and the last thing he wants is to worry her.

He doesn’t quite succeed.

With a frown of concern, she watches him take his coat off, an unspoken exhaustion laced through his movement as he increases the hearthfire’s intensity, and she passes him the steaming cup of jasmine tea she’d made for herself only moments ago. He gratefully accepts its welcome small warmth with a soft thanks, love, and she doesn’t miss the edge of congestion in his consonants, nor the dullness in his usually intensely vibrant eyes, the encroaching hints of pinkness to his nose.

They take a seat together on the couch and he puts the teacup on the table, apologises to her for all his absences lately, sniffles at first softly then harder, sharper. At his catch of breath she passes him a tissue, and quickly another, as his expression crumbles in surrender to the recurrent insistent need he’s been unable to shake: urgent, unforgiving and imperative, the vestiges of his energy rip-torn ravaged as he hurriedly turns from his beloved, unable to fight it, sneezing in urgent, violent triplicate – heavy, throat-tearing, disorienting.

Her heartwarm blessing is a cherished sanctuary as she trails gentle fingers through his hair, drawing him closer, and oh she always loves his touch but he’s far too warm, the thickness in his breathing impossible to miss. She murmurs soothing softnesses, presses a lingering kiss to his forehead, and holds him a little closer as

“Ahh-HEHHTSShhuu!”

she’s not sure about this passing soon at all.

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[real-camera]

imagine the reason Whit hid his hand was because he took something from MonoTV while it was broken and offscreen and the reason he hid it was so the audience didn’t see and thwart his plans

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Shared (Eldest Short, after Arya and Islanzadí's reconciliation)

(A/N: Inspired in part by this post about Echo from The Bad Batch. Arya never stops unless she has to. It's just easier to deal with the trauma alongside Glen in between bursts of activity and research into Eragon's curse. It's always easier to sleep when you don't have to try, especially when you keep remembering the one you lost.

Islanzadí is...distinctly familiar with this particular problem.)

MODERN INHERITANCE: SHARED

“But you’re still eating, yes?” So this is what it was like to be mothered. “I’ve…I’ve rarely seen you since you began working on this…project.”

Arya couldn’t help the grin, leaning back in her chair. Being mothered felt odd for sure, but it did feel…nice. “I’m fine, mum. I’ve been eating just fine. And Glen and I just got back from Analin. I wasn’t intentionally trying to avoid you.” 

The assurance seemed to calm some of Islanzadí’s concern, a lightning-like strand of anxiety winking out as her shoulders relaxed. “I just wish you didn’t work yourself non-stop like this.”

The younger elf turned back to the array of paper on her desk and picked up a pen. For a moment, it seemed as if she was going to leave the conversation at that, wave Islanzadí off like she had so many times before their recent revelations. 

And then…

“I…” Arya gripped the pen a bit tighter than necessary. “It’s easier to sleep if I’m exhausted.”

Islanzadí took the confession in. It wasn’t surprising. Evandar had been much the same when his Recall was rearing its head, forcing himself to stay awake until he simply couldn’t any more. “...Less time to think?”

A grim smile twisted her daughter’s lips when she looked over her shoulder, leaning an arm over the back of the chair. “Less time to think.” 

“The nightmares–”

“Will come no matter what I do.” Arya tilted her head, stray fringes flopping over with the movement. “Glen had the best sleep schedule around before I turned up again, and he still had nightmares every few nights.” Again, she paused. “It’s just better if I’m out when my head hits the pillow. I don’t like–” 

Her eyes flicked to the bed, words dying in her throat. It was sized for two people. The sheets were still tucked tight, the comforter still crisp and only wrinkled where she occasionally sat to read and, in the…the weaker moments…try and catch the barest scent of him, remember what it felt like to wake up with him beside her, whispering to him in the night. Making sure he was there and safe, but now he wasn’t, Fäolin was d–

Islanzadí stepped forward, breaking her out of the yawning spiral.

“I know that you still sleep on the floor.” Her mother’s voice was soft. “But…sometimes, sleeping in a different room is a bit more bearable. It can help.”

Arya blinked. Another room? “What do you mean?” 

The smile was sad when it touched Islanzadí’s lips. “After…your father died. I couldn’t sleep in our room. All I could think about, every night, was that he was no longer beside me.” 

For the first time, Arya heard a crack of pain through the softness, the subdued notes of her mother’s voice not a lack of emotion but a blunting of it, a blunting of it to try and protect. But now…now they shared at least one particular pain, a certain loss that they could relate to in ways parent and child should never have to share. 

They were stronger for it, though. And infinitely more understanding.

“I would go to my study and sleep on the couch there.” An unexpected laugh bubbled up from the queen’s throat. “I suppose I never stopped that entirely. That’s why there’s always blankets on the armrests.”

Arya grinned. “I’ve always thought that couch was very comfortable.” 

“It is!” Islanzadí returned the smile, brighter than before. The light at her eyes dimmed only just. “If you are up to it, I think you should try it tonight. Get at least some rest?”

“Yeah.” Arya tapped the pen on the table idly, staring off at the bundled bedroll beneath the bedside table. “Yeah, I think I will.” 

Relieved, Islanzadí pressed two fingers to her lips and then to her daughter’s cheek. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the woman’s halfhearted protest at the gesture, and left the younger elf to her new project. 

[eljeebee]

Night swimming in Spring...

[zerohirrotries]

LMK Game On episode all abilities from the game!

Tang Sanzang's ability shop

Monkey King's ability shop

These are all the abilities from the game. Now what do you think each is called?

[postergable]

Rust mobile

[aldieb]

finished omg! you can get this kit from here if you also want 4 entertaining months of testing your dodgy fine motor skills to the limit. the only things i did custom were the wallpaper/side accents bc they’re white in the original—i had some pretty file folders that i cut up. it technically comes with a chandelier that has real electrical wiring but between you and me after like 5 hours i had to take the L

[cyanparadis]

[hurricanekate95]

I need friends snap me

[romanceyourdemons]

cléo from 5 to 7 (1962) 🤝 amélie (2001)

films that are technically about a man and a woman finding love on the streets of paris, but are ACTUALLY about two autistic people finally finding someone they can be autistic with. on the streets of paris

[xoxo-wraith]

sc: x000mint

[skinnypaleangryperson]

Anyone else relate to the raw, straight mentally ill type randomized art in this show

[bitegore]

yeah yeah saving your work is nice and all but have you ever done THIS